Agent Neeknaw of the Trans-Dimensional Space XL 12

We manage to get the translation close, and I only have a few hundred yards to swim.

This is an excellent thing, because as familiar as I am with swimming -- in aether, liquid, thought -- the hominid form I've adapted seems to have a panic response to water.

But I am a higher life form; I can control the primitive adrenaline gland and its awful secretions. The tides are in my favor and I slide through the surf to the beach outside of a town the natives call "Hartlepool".

 

 

 

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